#slipknot fanfic

[jimsbeetroot]

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐦’𝐬 ♱ 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭

waking jim up at shit in the morning for sexy time hehehe

words; 1268

smut!

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“Jim?” You whispered. He snored in return, dead asleep.

Jim’s eyes were closed as his chin rested on your head. His arms were tightly wrapped around you, his bare upper body pressed against yours.

The hotel room was completely black. It was three in the morning, and you had joined Jim on tour.

Your body, along with your mind, had entered a restless and frustrated cycle. You weren't used to all of the travelling, and you'd found it hard to fall asleep at night.

You were in France, in a beautiful hotel. Jim slept like a rock but you just couldn't find any rest.

And you’d tried everything. You’d tried cuddling Jim, and then you'd tried sleeping alone. You’d tried sleeping without covers and then with them. You’d even tried popping a melatonin, but then you had to pee, and suddenly you were back at square one.

You just had this burning feeling, something you needed to get done to rest.

Your cheeks blushed red at the thought, your stomach tingling even more.

You needed Jim, and you had no idea as to what had incited this sudden need to be fucked by your boyfriend, but it was undeniable.

You shuttered at the thought, imagining how Jim would make you scream, and fuck the daylights out of you. You wanted that. So bad.

A wet spot had formed in your panties. You bit your lip, a tingling feeling washing over your whole body.

“Jim?” You whispered again, this time looking up, grazing his face softly.

He hummed in response, giving you a little squeeze, still asleep.

You snuck your hand under the covers, grabbing Jim’s thigh and raising it to curve perfectly between your legs. His knee was pressed against your cunt. He could surely feel the wetness between your legs on his knee by now.

You moaned and grabbed Jim’s hair.

“Y/N, no,” he mumbled and lowered his leg, removing it from your soaking cunt.

You cried at his shifting, squirming a bit.

“Jim,” you pleaded, wrapping your arms under his, clutching him tightly, and placing kisses on his collarbone.

“I can't sleep, Jim,” you lamented. Jim sighed tiredly and kissed your forehead, eyes still closed, barely awake.

“Try,” he encouraged and puffed. “I've tried for the last three hours. I can't sleep,” you moaned.

Again, Jim just hummed in response, so tired that he couldn't think of much else to say.

You felt a bit bad since you weren't the one playing ninety-minute shows every night, doing interviews and rehearsals. It made sense that Jim was exhausted, but you had other things to worry about.

Your hand left Jim’s back and went down under the covers. You placed your cold hand on his thigh, brushing it slightly. The coldness of your hand caused Jim to flinch slightly.

You were so insistent, and your need for Jim only grew bigger. You just had to get him in the same mood as well, but it seemed impossible.

You let your hand travel further up Jim’s thigh until you reached the leghole in his boxer shorts. You bit your lip as you watched Jim’s face intensely, hoping for a moan or a smirk, but you got the opposite.

“I'm so tired, Y/N. Not now,” he grumbled and reached down to remove your hand from his thigh, placing it on his chest instead.

“I’ll never ask again, James, I promise,” you pleaded in a whispering voice. You felt nauseous, that's how sexually frustrated you were.

Just the idea of Jim pounding you, made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Please, just do something,” you cried softly and kissed Jim’s lips.

Jim, to your surprise, turned around, back facing you and continued to sleep.

Your bottom lip folded and you huffed, sighing as you stared into the ceiling, fully awake, mind focused on one thing, and one thing only.

Jim reached his hand over for you to hold. He hated not having physical contact with you when sleeping. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your thigh.

You'd run out of ideas completely. Now, you only had one last dirty trick left.

As his hand rested on your thigh, you pulled down your panties, making sure that Jim felt what you were doing. You were completely naked.

As Jim’s hand rested on your thigh, you moved it up so far, that his pinky was resting on top of your cunt.

Then, the dirty trick. Your hand travelled down to your soaking cunt, running your fingers up and down your slit a few times, hand brushing against Jim’s as you began rubbing your clit, moaning a little louder than you normally would.

“F-Fuck, J-Jim,” you moaned, imagining his hand instead of yours. With your other hand, you held onto Jim’s forearm, squeezing it hard as pleasure rolled over you.

You brought his arm up and placed his hand on you breast.

Finally, he turned around.

“You're so goddamn stubborn,” he hissed and smacked your hand away from your cunt, replacing it with his.

He began rubbing your clit in a circular motion, kissing your neck while doing so. At the same time, you reached down, digging your hand into Jim’s boxers, straddling his cock, feeling as it stiffened up in your grasp within a heartbeat.

He moaned softly as you pumped his cock, making you produce equally loud moans as he pumped his long fingers in and out of you.

You felt it was reasonable if you took care of him for a bit. After all, it was you who woke him up just to fuck.

You rolled over, placing your legs on either side of Jim’s waist. You rode his cock for a while, grinding him before eventually pulling down his boxers, his hard cock springing out.

You grabbed a hold of Jim’s hands and placed them both on each tit.

He squeezed them firmly as you sank down on his cock.

A series of cuss words mixed with your name left Jim’s mouth repeatedly as you began bouncing up and down at a steady pace, head thrown back in pleasure, hoarse moans leaving your quivering lip.

He was deep inside of you, and if the light was turned on, you would've gasped at the sight of the bulge his cock created in your stomach.

Your knees were getting tired, and Jim could tell.

He lifted you off him and stood on his knees just as you. He grabbed your shoulders and forced you down on all fours.

He gathered your hair in his fist and drove into you without a warning. You helped at the feeling of him stretching your walls completely. You were in pure bliss.

Jim squeezed your ass tightly as his hips smacked against your ass cheeks, creating a loud sound that echoed through the room.

Your face was buried into the pillow, which you bit into for dear life, trying to prevent yourself from screaming at the top of your lungs.

Jim continued his nearly painful pace, thrusting so fast that you could barely think. And the position allowed for extra depth, doubting if that was even possible.

“I’m gonna c-”

Jim grabbed both your hands and pressed them against your bag as he continued to thrust.

“Come for me, baby.”

You did exactly that, reaching your climax, nearly seeing stars as you tried to collect yourself, although Jim was still going at it. “God,” you cried and breathed heavily, not sure if your body could handle much more.

Jim came with one final deep thrust. He pulled out and threw himself down beside you, sweaty and all.

“Thanks for waking me. I think I needed that.”

[murdrdoll]

My GOD I just had the cutest idea….

Joey who picks out makeup for you whenever he goes shopping for it. You’re lazing on the couch after a workout, flipping through TV channels when he pokes his head into the living room and shoots you a loving grin.

“Hey doll, I need to grab more setting powder for the show tomorrow night. Wanna come with?”

You groan, lolling your head onto the back cushion.

“I would but my legs are jelly and my circuits are fried,” you sigh, motioning to your head. He feigns a pout, slinking into the room further and leaning against the wall.

“Can I tempt you with an added trip to that Mexican place down the block?”

Now you do consider this - but MAN were you exhausted from the week, and errands weren’t something you were looking forward to (even with the promise of a fat juicy burrito.)

“Sorry hon, as great as that sounds, I’m spent. I think I’m just gonna stay in for the night. But thanks,” you bat your lashes at him sweetly. He rolls his eyes and huffs in mock-defeat, but smirks.

“Alright fiiine. You want me to pick anything up though? How are you doing on blush? I know you mentioned that you were looking to get a new one the other day - Or eyeliner? You did say your pencil was on its last legs…” his brows furrowed at his attempt to recall what may be on your beauty shopping list, his icy blue eyes gleaming with focus. You giggled, and his face lit up.

“Yeah if you could grab me a new pencil that’d be sweet. I’m good on my blush for now though.”

“Gotcha- which brand again, doll?”

You paused, contemplating the question. As much mileage as you got from your current pencil, you weren’t a big fan of how easily it smudged - and the added on fact that it was more irritating to your waterline than other products you’ve tried before. A sudden idea popped into your head, and a smirk tugged at your lips.

“I’ll let you pick. You do seem to be the more well-versed expert on this subject between the two of us… respectively, y’know?” You chirped. He chuckled, shooting you a wink.

“Then I’ll make sure to get you something good - still want takeout, by the way?”

Your head perked up at this, and you grinned excitedly. He took this as a yes, popping up from the wall and moving to lean over the back of the couch, his hair hanging down and tickling your nose.

“Your usual I’m assuming, doll?” He muttered in a sickly sweet (yet somewhat sultry) tone, leaning closer to your flustering face.

“Yes pleaaase,” you giggled, blowing at a dangling red strand. He smirked, leaning down and pecking a line down from your forehead to your lips. Your blush had to be evident as he pulled away, trudging over to the counter and swiping his keys before making his way over to the door.

“I’ll be back soon then. Don’t go disappearing on me,” he announced as he swung the door open and stepped a foot out.

“Oh trust, I wont. And thank you, doll.” You emphasized your mock, to which he simply rolled his eyes and winked at you before slinking out into the sunny afternoon.

You chuckled, already back to your channel search as you awaited his return.

[broidobe]

𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔭𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢

requested! reader is dating ALL OF THEM AT ONCE!

⁎⁺˳✧༚miscellaneous masterlist

okay soooo

this is gonna be…long

cause i mean NINE FUCKING BOYFRIENDS??

WHEW

I COULD NEVER

each member has their unique way of looking out for you, from joey’s quiet, observant care to shawn’s more intimidating "don’t mess with them" stance.

group outings are pure chaos—picture nine masked men vying for your attention at once. it’s loud, messy, and hilarious, but you secretly love it.

no matter how intimidating they might seem onstage, they all have moments of softness reserved just for you—whether it’s paul writing you a heartfelt note or craig letting you play with his gear.

they’re a loud and chaotic family, but they all respect your boundaries and each other’s space when it comes to your time and affection.

you’re their grounding force, the one who can diffuse tensions when things get heated and make even their darkest days brighter.

there are pretty specific interactions with each of them

joey: joey’s the romantic one, slipping you mixtapes with songs that remind him of you. he’s also fiercely loyal, often standing up for you during any disagreements among the group.

corey: corey’s the go-to for deep conversations and random adventures. he writes lyrics inspired by your connection, though he pretends they’re not about you when asked.

shawn (clown): shawn’s all about making you laugh. he loves pulling pranks with your help, but if someone crosses you, he switches to dad mode instantly.

paul: paul’s the quiet but affectionate type. he’s the one who’ll make sure you’ve eaten and bring you coffee during late nights.

jim: jim’s surprisingly shy but shows his affection in subtle ways, like tuning your guitar or sharing his favorite riffs with you.

chris: chris is the one who’s always up for silly jokes and lighthearted fun. he’ll do anything to make you smile, even if it means making a fool of himself.

sid: sid’s energy is unmatched, and he often drags you into his wild stunts. he also has a habit of surprising you with random gifts, like cool masks or rare vinyl records.

craig: craig doesn’t say much, but his actions speak louder than words. he’ll always make sure you’re comfortable and safe, even in the craziest of situations.

mick: mick might seem aloof, but he has a tender side that only comes out around you. he loves teaching you about his music gear and will fiercely defend you against any negativity.

they make sure you’re front and center for each show

and they ALL make sure to do something to impress you

now i don't know if you’ve seen THAT video of sid

where his finger are moving SO FUCKING FAST on that record

and his spit is DRIPPING

BUT HE WOULD TOTALLY DO THAT WHILE STARING RIGHT AT YOU

there’s a constant (but playful) competition to impress you. whether it’s mick playing the most insane guitar solo or joey showing off his double-bass drumming, you always end up cheering for all of them.

cause i mean how could you not?

corey loves dedicating shit to you

THIS ONE’S FOR Y/N, LOVE YOUR FAVOURITE BOYFRIEND!

mornings are WILD

waking up with nine band members around is… an experience.

sid is bouncing off the walls with energy, joey is groggy and in desperate need of coffee, and mick just grunts at everyone until he’s fully awake.

you’ve learned to navigate this chaos like a pro.

by sitting on the couch and doing really nothing about it

i mean you’ll get dragged into SOMETHING by sid

when fans recognize you, the guys are split between playfully teasing you about your “fame” and keeping a protective eye on the interaction.

everything okay here?

let me know if you need me

sid once pretended to be your bodyguard when a fan got a little too enthusiastic.

he wore sunglasses and kept saying, “no photos, please,” even though no one asked.

when someone once flirted with you, corey leaned over and said,

oh yeah, she’s totally into you. that’s why she’s hanging out with nine masked maniacs instead of you.

and if you don’t make it on tour (which is very rare)

they rotate who gets to call you. sid always insists on doing something wild to make you laugh.

they send you care packages filled with notes, trinkets, and random souvenirs they’ve picked up along the way. paul’s gifts are thoughtful, while sid’s are borderline ridiculous.

corey and jim send you postcards from every city, each one scribbled with inside jokes or sweet messages. mick signs them with a simple “wish you were here.”

they plan spontaneous road trips to random places, like a quiet beach or a weird roadside attraction, just to see you smile

they all contribute to a scrapbook filled with photos, ticket stubs, and little notes from their time with you. craig, surprisingly, is the one who organizes it all perfectly.

[strawbrry-vamp]

sid wilson/gn reader

request :: this was requested by MANY people (@ihugmomo and i) after seeing Kelly's story on insta of sid finding 'boner pills' that belonged to the people before them in the couch cushions of the tour bus

tw :: suggestive,, i mean it's about boner pills

setting :: sid and yours private tour bus

sid and you had just woken up. you're trying to freshen up in the bus bathroom, washing your face and brushing your teeth.

as soon as you have a mouth full of toothpaste, sid opens the bathroom door with a huge grin on his face, holding up a little bag with what looks like 2 pills in it. you tilt your head at him as you continue to brush your teeth, curious as to what your boyfriend has now.

"boner pills" is all he says. you choke on the toothpaste and spit it out, your eyes wide as you wipe your face clean.

"what?" you question him. your cheeks growing slightly rosy. his grin goes wider as he walks in and sets his hands on your hips, the pills in his hands pressed against your hip.

"boner pills. i found them in the couch cushions.., maybe i should take em'~" he whispers the last part against your ear, rubbing your hip slowly with his other hand. you let out a snort but the idea sounds exciting in an odd way.

you look at his face and despite his shit eating grin he seems serious-

"are you actually considering taking some random guys boner pills?" you question the dj. he nods without a second thought.

"hell yea i am! why not? it'll be funn~" he teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you. you sigh and run your hand up his chest, past his shoulders, and around his neck.

"fine" you mutter softly. the dj chuckles in victory, shaking his hand lower and squeezing your ass with his big hand.

"alright sweethear, you'll be in for a treat~" he mutters, grabbing one of the little paper cups from the sink, filling it up and downing the pills.

the idea of fucking on the tour bus isn't new at all, you teo have done that MANY times, but the idea and anticipation of the pills makes it a little more exciting.

"so..how long will it take-" you can't finish your sentence and he's already pinned you against the bathroom wall, his hips grinding against yours as he whispers in your ear, "oh darling I'm not waiting,.. it'll just help make it last"

[korn-dogz]

Idk if youve done sid sfw and nsfw before but could you please? Id love to see what you’ll come up with!

YES!! Sid is super cute and I love him so much

Just wanted to add the extra pictures 😉

Summary: nsfw and sfw hcs for Sid Wilson

WARNING: smut, fluff

Sfw

-he’s a big baby, he will lay on your chest and nag for your attention

-he loves playing with your hair when you lay your head on his lap, he will braid it (he doesn’t know how to but he’s trying his best)

-he will flex his muscles to you all the time

-“hey babe, check these bad boys out” and pretend like he’s a professional body builder

-he’d be the type of mf to bite you, regardless of what the occasion is

-he won’t leave your ass alone (literally) he will smack is, he doesn’t care who’s watching

-he’s the funniest person to drink with, he’d be like “I bet you won’t dare me to drink this whole bottle” doesn’t matter what you say he will drink the whole thing

-but when he’s drunk; he’s all over you, he will accidentally hurt you but you know he never means to do it

-he’s a fun guy to be around, he always makes dirty jokes and does the most random shit

-he cared for you lots tho, if he accidentally hurts you when he’s not drunk he will never forgive himself, even if you keep reassuring him that you’re fine

-he loves to go on nature walks with you, he will pick a flower (dead or alive) an hand it to you like your royalty

-buys you everything, like you mentioned you wished you had a tea cup and the next day he bought you the nicest tea cup ever

-he’ll use you as a model for his masks when he has to come up with a new one

-he loves cuddling with you in bed after a long day in the studio, it helps him blow off steam

Nsfw

-he’s definitely into some kinky shit, like having you in a collar or calling you “my little pet”

-he loves foreplay, the build up turns him on

-he gets turned on by anything really

-he loves making sex tapes with you, or taking polaroid photos of you naked

-he can go for quite a while, so far he can make it to 3 rounds

-he’s definitely a dirty talker, saying shit like “fuckin whore” “fuck yeah” “fuck, you’re so tight” “such a fuckin slut for me” or “fuck, I’m gonna fill you up good”

-his favourite position is doggy or cowgirl, even in doggy he loves seeing your ass bounce on him during doggy

-he’s an animal during sex, thrusting into you rapidly and moaning loudly

-he’s more of a groaner then a moaner, but when he’s treated good sometimes he will whimper

-he loves fingering you, the crys you let out when he reaches the right spot drives him crazy

-his favourite thing to do is have you sit on his face, and grind your hips into his mouth

-hell do it anywhere, he has determination to get the job done no matter where you guys are

-the risk of getting caught turns him on more

-he doesn’t care if someone walks in he will still be pounding into you

-he’s 100% into roleplay, he loves it when your the doctor and he’s the patient (stupid scenario but yiu get my point) 

-he likes having sex with you when he’s drunk, his stamina increases 10 folds when he’s drunk



[bl00dfroma-fairy]

[psych0-str1ngs]

A gangbang?!- Slipknot x f!reader

Authors Note: So it's just gonna be Joey, Sid, James, and Mick, very VERY early knot era. Also this is my first request. AND ANOTHER THING IS THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A GANGBANG SMUT SO DONT JUDGE ME Y'ALL

Warnings: Choking, spanking, oral, cussing, p in v, brief mentions of drugs and alcohol.

I sat on the couch next to Sid and Jim, holding a bottle of vodka in one hand, and a joint in the other. I leaned my head on sid's shoulder.

"you know Sid," I slurred. "You are looking extra fine rn."

He looked, slightly sweating, he didn't respond, but instead made some weird kind of sound. I laughed. Joey sat on a chair, with his feet on the very edge, staring at mick and James. All of their eyes shifted from eachother's. They were basically talking with their eyes. Corey and Shawn had already went home from practice. I got up and walked to the door, falling all over the place. I giggled and walked out, walking to the bathroom. Walking into the bathroom I tried pulling down my leather pants. I was wearing a black lacy bralette, and black leather pants, with converse, and I was feeling myself to the max. I continued going piss and walked back into the main recording room. Now, all of the guys were staring right at me. Jim walked over to me, towering over me.

"Y/n," He started. "Me and the guys have an offer for you." He got closer.

Joey moved behind me and pressed himself right against my back, grabbing my hips. Now of course, I found all members of slipknot hot but I never expected to fuck any of them, let alone half of the band at once. We were all extremely high and drunk, and maybe if I was sober I would not like what's about to happen but I couldn't care less.

"Oh..." I said shakily. "What uh kind of offer?"

Joey starting kissing up and down my neck. "We want to fuck you y/n, all of us at the same time."

I let out a breathy moan. Sid moved down to right in front of me and started unlacing the front of my pants, looking directly up at me. Jim who was standing right next to me now moved my face to make out with him, his hand was firm on my face. Sid finally got my pants unlaced and pulled them down, licking his lips at the sight of a wet spot in my thong. Mick sat in his chair, watching me intently. Joey stopped kissing my neck and moved to take off his shirt. Mick walked up and lightly pushed Jim away from me, Mick wrapped his big hand around my neck, shoving his tongue down my throat. Sid started lick in between my folds. I moaned.

Jim stripped down to just his boxers, Joey doing the same. Joey and Jim watched the whole thing unfold. Sid suck at my clit, making my legs shake.

"I'm gonna cum!" I moaned.

Sid stopped and stood up, smirking at me. Jim came back over and threw me over his shoulder, throwing me on the couch. He bent me over the side of the couch, grabbing my hips roughly. Joey stood right in front of me and shoved his cock down my throat. Mick and Sid came over to stand next to me. They stroked themselves. Jim slammed his cock inside of me relentlessly, I moaned, the vibration shooting up through Joey's dick. The repeated thrusting into my mouth, combined with Jim's slamming his cock into me was a lot of stimulation. I almost immediately started shaking. Jim probably felt that I was about to cum so he stopped. Joey pulled his cock out of my mouth. I pouted.

"Don't pout so fast baby," Sid said, getting behind me, shoving his cock in. Jim gave hard thrusts but Sid knew how to work his hips while going fast. I moaned, as soon as my mouth opened, Mick shoved his dick down my throat. I used my hand to stroke the rest of it because it didn't fully fit in my mouth. I moaned on his dick, he grunted. Sid started talking.

"You're such a slut Y/n," He continued thrusting. "Getting fuck by four guys. How pathetic. I bet you like it huh slut"

I nodded slightly. I continued stroking and sucking Mick's cock, he came in my throat, pulling it out. After a few more minutes the guys switched spots again. This time Joey was behind me. He flipped me on my back, my head laying over the arm of the couch. Sid was now jamming his dick down my throat. By this point, my throat was getting sore, and it was so hard to control my legs from shaking.

Now I'm not gonna lie, mick and jim and sid were all great at thrusting but Joey. Joey was going fast and hard all at once. I moaned out almost like I was in a porno and my legs started switching, I started sucking as hard as I could. Jim quickly came, me following next .

I moaned loudly, as I started seeing stars. I felt hot liquid bursting out of my hole, spraying Joey all over his chest and cock. He pulled out and came on my stomach immediately collapsing on the other side of the couch. I immediately turned red, realizing what had just happened.

"You guys aren't gonna tell anyone right?" I asked.

"No of course not," Joey laughed getting up.

All of the guys started getting dressed, including me. After I got dressed I stuttered out my goodbyes and drove home. As soon as I entered my room, I stripped down and crashed on my bed, reliving the entire evening before quickly slipping into a deep sleep.

THE END! Enjoy loves

[writersmilex]

Slipknot Masterlist:

I have decided to finally make the masterlists. Here, are the collections of my Slipknot X Reader Insert stories. Both Imagines and Headcanons. Neatly organized and labeled, WITH the summaries this time. 

0# Sid Wilson___________________________

Look At Me!:  Sid is unhappy and jealous that Chris and Mick get more attention from (Y/n) than him. He will do anything to get it.

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Hype Out!:  Sid meets the energetic drummer of a new-comer band at a festival, (Y/n) has enough energy to keep up with him.

1# Joey Jordison________________________

Raw Flesh:  taking care of Joey's wounded hands for him.

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The Fuzz Illness:  Joey hasn't been seen in a while. He says he sick. So (Y/n) visits to check on him. And describes something strange.

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Feline VS Canine:  Joey and (Y/n) having a debate over cats and dogs.

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Neighbours Treat: (Y/n)'s neighbor Joey shows up at their door one evening with a homemade Lasagna.     

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Stubbornness aside:  Joey is sick and denies it. (Y/n) knows better and takes are of him.

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So Many Cats!:  In Japan, Joey and (Y/n) visit a cat cafe and it's cuter than they imagined.

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Cattitude:  Cat boy Joey. Behaving like your typical crackhead cat.  

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Not Fragile:  Joey's leg has broken off. And Mage (Y/n) helps to fix him up.

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Fance Tangle:  Joey's braids (Y/n)'s hair as they're distracted.

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Headcanon: Teenage sibling

Headcanon: Reassuring Joey

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1.2# Jay Weinberg_______________________

2# Paul Gray___________________________

Bad Jobs:  (Y/n) has trouble on their new job and Paul helps them with it.

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Raggedy:  (Y/n) has a hobby they're ashamed of. Paul eventually finds out.

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Headcanon: Bassplayer | Reader

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2.2# Alessandro Venturella________________

3# Chris Fehn__________________________

3.2# Tortilla Man________________________

4# Jim Root____________________________

Lucky Number:  (Y/n) gives Jim many good-luck charms, as they believe in the unlucky number 4. Jim thinks it's something else.

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Guitar Lesson Rival: (Y/n) is wants to learn guitar and asks the two guitarists for help. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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There, There:  Jim is having a tough time dealing with the pressure , (Y/n) visits at the right time.

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The Fuzz Illness:  Jim doesn't notice the changes until (Y/n) points it out.

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Slimy Creature For Show: (Y/n) finds a cool frog and shows it off to everybody. Only Mick and Jim seem to care.  

~~~~ Headcanon: Cute Jim Root

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5# Craig Jones_________________________

One-Sided Chatter:  chatterbox (Y/n) having a one-sided conversation with Craig.

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Spike Wall:  At a Meet and Greet event, (Y/n) gets a little uncomfortable with fans getting so close. Luckily Craig is there to assist.

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6# Shawn Crahan_______________________

Beautiful mind:  Shawn admires (Y/n)'s sense of creativity and artistic views. Once time (Y/n) has an artist-block and he helps them with that.

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7# Mick Thompson______________________

Guitar Lesson Rival: (Y/n) is wants to learn guitar and asks the two guitarists for help. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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Slimy Creature For Show:  (Y/n) finds a cool frog and shows it off to everybody. Only Mick and Jim seem to care.

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Practice Makes Masters:  Mick and (Y/n) play video games together. Mick let's them win a round because they suck at the game.   

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Provoke Me?:  (Y/n) and Mick are out on a date. A fan dares to flatter (Y/n) in front of Mick.

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Bearable Hug:  Mick Comforts (Y/n) after they wake up from a bad dream.    

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Big Cat:  A Day in the life of (Y/n) and their Maine Coon cat; Mick.  

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8# Corey Taylor_________________________

Midnight With Corey:  (Y/n) has a nightmare and goes to the kitchen to get a drink and calm down. They meet Corey there too.

~~~~ Clever Route:  (Y/n) feels unsafe when walking home one day and calls Corey up for help.

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All Of\ Or Some of Them_________________

Time-Bomb:  slipknot is dealing with an aggressive, short tempered (Y/n).

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Party Lower:  Mick, Chris and Jim are called to pick up their close and drunk friend, (Y/n)

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Fall Flat!:  (Y/n) is overworked from working in the summer heat and nearly faints when going home. (loosely based with a personal experience of fainting)

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The Supporter:  at an interview. (Y/n) recalls their time with the band over the years.

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Talented Hobbies:  (Y/n), from another band has a secret hobby, but Slipknot finds out anyway.

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Headcanons_________________________

Slipknot As Cats

Offensive Humour

Slipknot and Hugs

Slipknot and Teenage Child

You are number 10#

First Kiss

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I don’t really write for Slipknot anymore, but these are still around and everyone is free to read them if you’re into this kind of stuff. 

[nishymoon]

𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤 𝐢𝐭.

⁝ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄/: Sorry this I took so long to upload something 😭 I continued to write but only in Italian, as soon as I have time I'll translate everything and post it! I've loved Joey for as long as I can remember and this is my first one-shot dedicated to him, I hope you like it! Warning: Smut!

[sickonthis]

Vote now pookies 😙

[bloodlust-baby]

Hiii I'm new to writing fanfiction and I want some ideas, I'll write for slipknot members, Johnnie guilbert, and others just ask. I'll write fluff, angst and smut. Please give requests <3

[jimsbeetroot]

Hello dear! how are you? hope ok <3 i really love your writing and would love to ask you for a smut request (only if you want) i would like it to be an imagine of joey finding y/n masturbating and moaning his name, only if you want you can add sex rough and maybe degradation. take your time <3 please and thank you 💗

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 ♱ 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

love this! thank you for the request!!

warnings! smut, smut and very much smut! rough sex! degradation, punishment, fingering and so much more

summary; joey teaches reader a lesson for thinking she could do better than him

words; 1569

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IT WAS LATE, and the house was too quiet. Joey wouldn’t be home for at least another hour, but you couldn’t wait any longer. The need had been building all day, a slow, simmering burn that you’d tried to ignore, but it was impossible to deny. Your body ached with longing, a desire that only he could satisfy, but he wasn’t here.

Your fingers itched to touch, to find some relief, and before you knew it, you were naked on your bed, your hand between your legs, searching for the pleasure, the one only he could give you.

Your mind was filled with thoughts of Joey—his hands, his mouth, the way he commanded every inch of your body when you were together.

Your fingers moved in desperate strokes, slick with arousal, and you couldn’t stop the soft moans that slipped from your lips, his name on your tongue like a prayer.

“Joey,” you whispered, the sound of it spurring you on as you dipped your fingers deeper, chasing the release that teased at the edges of your consciousness. Your back arched off the mattress, your breath hitching as you imagined him here, hovering over you, his intense eyes locked on yours, his voice rough and possessive as he told you how much he wanted you.

But no matter how much you tried, no matter how fast or slow your fingers moved, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t him. Your frustration grew, a whimper of desperation escaping your lips. You needed him. God, you needed him so badly.

Lost in your own world, you didn’t hear the front door open, didn’t hear the sound of his footsteps coming up the stairs. All you could focus on was the growing ache between your thighs, the pressure building, and how close you were—so close—when suddenly, a voice cut through the haze of your desire like a knife.

“Enjoying yourself, kitten?”

Your eyes flew open, heart lurching in your chest as you turned your head to find Joey standing in the doorway, his expression dark and dangerous. The shock of being caught was like ice water on your skin, and you froze, your hand still buried between your legs.

“Joey,” you gasped, scrambling to sit up, but before you could move, he was there, his hand wrapping around your wrist in a bruising grip as he yanked your fingers out of your pussy.

“I asked you a question,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “Were you enjoying yourself, kitten? Did you think you could get off without me?”

“I—I wasn’t—” You stammered, but the words caught in your throat as he brought your wet fingers to his mouth, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The sight of it sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, but there was no mistaking the anger in his eyes, the tension in his grip. He wasn’t pleased.

“You weren’t what?” he mocked, his eyes never leaving yours. “Weren’t thinking about me while you touched yourself? Weren’t moaning my name like a needy little slut?”

His words hit you like a blow, sharp and cutting, and you felt the sting of tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “I was thinking about you,” you whispered, voice trembling. “I couldn’t wait, Joey. I needed you, but you weren’t here, and I—”

“So, you thought you could just take care of it yourself?” he cut you off, his tone dripping with disdain. “You think you can do a better job than me, kitten? Is that it?”

“No!” You shook your head frantically, desperate to make him understand. “No, Joey, I didn’t mean—”

“Shut up.” The command was harsh, and you obeyed instantly, your breath catching in your throat. His hand tightened around your wrist, his other hand coming up to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were dark, filled with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine. “You don’t get to touch yourself without my permission. You don’t get to come without me. Do you understand?”

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest, the weight of his dominance pressing down on you in a way that made your pulse race with equal parts fear and excitement. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“Sorry isn’t good enough, kitten,” Joey snarled, his gaze piercing as he released your chin and shoved you back onto the bed. “I’m going to teach you a lesson. A lesson you won’t forget.”

You barely had time to register his words before he grabbed your legs, spreading them wide as he settled between your thighs. His eyes were locked on your exposed, glistening cunt, and the intensity of his gaze made your breath hitch in your throat. He replaced your fingers with his. You gasped at the sensation. Joey leaned down between your legs and grabbed on to your thighs, holding them spread apart. You whimpered when he blew on your sensitive skin, the hair on your neck standing up. He worked roughly, leaving no time for you to adjust or get into his rhythm. He merely plunged his two fingers in and out of you so fast, that you weren't quite sure, as to what was happening anymore. You hissed and groaned, using the pillow beside you to muffle your screams. “You were so horny, for this weren't you? Couldn't even wait a day for my fingers, could you?” Joey taunted and looked up at you with a devilish grin. He suddenly retrieved his fingers from your cunt and for the first time ever, you were almost relieved. He’d been so fast, so brutal with your cunt that it was nearly aching.

You were taken aback by his fury. You’d expected him to be flattered, but he was seeing red.

“You think you can do a better job than me?” he hummed, his voice low and dangerous.

Joey stood up and fumbled with his jeans, the chains clinging together as he dropped them to the ground. He took a step towards the edge of the bed and leaned down, positioning himself on his knees. He leaned over and grabbed a hold of your ankles, pulling at them roughly towards him, so that you were perfectly aligned in front of him. Your heart raced as Joey pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. He positioned himself between your thighs, his eyes dark with intent as he stared down at your exposed, glistening pussy. You were so wet, so ready for him, but he wasn’t going to make this easy for you. Not after what you’d done.

“Let’s see how much you can handle, kitten.”

Before you could respond, he slammed into you with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The force of it knocked the breath from your lungs, and you cried out, your back arching off the mattress as the sudden intrusion stretched you wide. Joey didn’t give you a moment to adjust, didn’t offer you any reprieve as he set a punishing pace, each thrust deep and unrelenting.

“Is this what you wanted?” Joey growled, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he drove into you with merciless force. “You wanted to get fucked, didn’t you, kitten? You couldn’t wait for me, so you had to do it yourself. You had to touch yourself like a dirty little whore.”

His one hand travelled up to pinch your nipple and the pain made you gasp.

His words cut deep, but they only fueled the fire burning inside you. You were helpless beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts, the roughness of his grip, but it was everything you craved. Your body responded to his dominance, the sting of his degrading words only pushing you closer to the edge.

“Tell me how much you need me,” Joey demanded, his voice sharp and commanding. “Tell me you can’t get off without me, kitten.”

“I can’t,” you gasped, tears streaming down your cheeks as your nails dug into the sheets. “I can’t, Joey. I need you. I need you so bad.”

“That’s right,” he growled, his hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch, to make your head spin with a dizzying mix of fear and pleasure. “You belong to me, kitten. Every part of you is mine. No one else can make you feel this way. No one else can fuck you like I can.”

A whimper escaped your lips as his grip tightened, his thrusts growing even more intense, each one driving you closer to the brink. The heat pooled low in your belly, the pressure building to an almost unbearable peak, and you knew you were close—so close—but you wouldn’t let yourself fall until he gave you permission. Until he told you you could.

“You’re going to come for me, kitten,” Joey hissed, his voice rough with his own impending release. “But only when I say so. Only when I give you permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you choked out, your vision blurring as you teetered on the edge of oblivion. “Please, Joey, I need to come. Please let me come.”

His grip on your throat tightened even more, cutting off your air, making your head swim as he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. “Come for me, kitten. Now.”

The command sent you spiraling over the edge. With a choked cry, your body convulsed beneath him, your orgasm crashing over you with a force that left you trembling, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. Your walls clenched tight around his cock, pulling him deeper, and Joey groaned, his release following yours as he buried himself to the hilt, his warmth flooding you.

For a long moment, you were both lost in the aftermath, your bodies still shaking, hearts pounding in unison as you lay there, tangled together on the bed. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest, the heavy rise and fall of his breath as he slowly came down from his high.

Finally, Joey pulled out of you, rolling onto his side as he gathered you into his arms, his demeanor softening as he held you close. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his fingers brushing through your hair as he murmured, “Good girl, kitten. That’s what I like to hear.”

You snuggled into his chest, your body still quivering from the intensity of it all, but there was a deep sense of satisfaction, of comfort in the way he held you, in the warmth of his embrace. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice small and shaky.

Joey kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment before he spoke, his voice a soft rumble against my hair. “You’re forgiven, kitten. But remember, you don’t need to do that on your own. I’ll always be here to take care of you.”

His words soothed the last remnants of your fear, replacing it with a warmth that spread through your chest

[murdrdoll]

pinned / masterlist

Hi ! I’m doll ! Here are some things to know about me & this page:

fanfic writer territory! I primarily write x reader / y/n fics, and they’ll be linked below in this post. If that’s not ur cup of tea then click away pls !

This page is 18+ - NSFW will be written, so MDNI pls !

I also love to post silly pics and memes I find online hehe

may also post some doodles and art oop

my primary fandoms as of now are Slipknot & Murderdolls/Wednsday 13 !

A lil’ bit abt me: 20 yr old goth artist who loves fitness, fashion & peanut m&ms !

one last note: heavy respect to all artists and people I portray in my posts; their work is not my property, and all purposes of this page are for entertainment. This is not meant to be a real reflection of them, or for them.

masterlist:

⚰︎ angst | ✶ smut | ‹𝟹 fluff

Slipknot

Joey Jordison

Joey likes to buy you makeup! (Joey x reader) ‹𝟹

[broidobe]

𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔭𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢

requested! this is a bit long lol

⁎⁺˳✧༚miscellaneous masterlist

being treated as "one of the guys," but with a fiercely protective undertone

none of them would let anyone disrespect you, even as they playfully tease you themselves.

everyone has their own way of looking out for you: 

corey being the one to check on your emotional state,

joey subtly making sure your equipment was perfect,

and clown stepping in if anyone crosses a line.

quickly developing a no-nonsense attitude to survive in the testosterone-fueled chaos

but the band loves that about you.

rocking your own unique mask that stood out yet matched the slipknot aesthetic—a balance between eerie and badass.

blowing people away during live shows, proving that you could match the raw energy and aggression of the band.

developing a signature move or stage quirk that fans would scream for, like spinning wildly during breakdowns or headbanging with the same ferocity as mick and jim.

occasionally pranking fans who underestimated you by taking off your mask for a moment mid-set and watching their jaws drop when they realized slipknot’s chaotic lineup included a woman.

bringing a unique perspective to the creative process

with everyone valuing your input because it added a new layer to their intense sound.

joey occasionally dragging you into the studio at 3 a.m. because he had an idea and trusted you to refine it with him.

contributing either vocally or instrumentally to the dark, experimental vibe of tracks, maybe even adding softer but haunting tones for contrast.

helping to patch up cuts and bruises after wild sets because your calm energy made you a natural caretaker, even when you were just as exhausted.

becoming a feminist icon for slipknot fans, showing that women could hold their own in extreme metal.

facing skepticism or dismissive comments from outsiders but using it to fuel your performances.

getting emotional seeing young girls in the crowd wearing masks inspired by yours or holding up signs that said you were their inspiration.

dynamics with each member cause..yeah there's a lot

corey: treating you like a sibling and having heartfelt talks when things got tough, always reminding you that you were irreplaceable in the band.

you’re the heart of this band, you know that, right? without you, we’d probably kill each other in a week.

people don’t get it—she’s not ‘good for a girl.’ she’s just good. period.

you ever need a break, just say the word. i’ve got your back, always.

joey: sharing a deep bond over music and creativity, with him always encouraging you to push boundaries.

that riff you came up with? insane. we’re using it. end of story.

don’t let anyone tell you we’re carrying you. you’re carrying us half the time.

c’mon, let’s jam—i’ve got this idea, but i need your touch to make it brutal.

clown: respecting your work ethic and intensity, often involving you in his elaborate stage antics.

you bring something none of us could ever replicate. don’t ever forget that.

i’ve got this insane idea for the stage show, but i need you to trust me. you in?

i know i’m crazy, but you’re just as nuts for sticking around. respect.

mick and jim: playfully competitive with you, especially when it came to who could headbang harder or nail riffs with more precision.

mick:

you shred better than half the guys i know. don’t let it go to your head.

if anyone so much as looks at you wrong, let me know. i’ll handle it.

stop showing me up on stage, damn it. you’re making me look bad.

jim:

you’ve got this knack for making everything sound heavier. what’s your secret?

hey, if mick’s too stubborn to admit it, i will—you’re killing it out there.

you ever think about how crazy it is that we’re doing this? and you’re better at it than any of us?

sid: being your mischievous partner-in-crime, whether it was pranking the others or sneaking off for an impromptu adventure.

let’s mess with the crowd tonight. i’ve got a plan, and it’s gonna be wild.

you’re like my partner in crime, except way cooler and less likely to get us arrested.

you think they’re ready for what we’re about to do? yeah, me neither. let’s do it anyway.

paul: acting like your big brother, always looking out for you and ensuring you felt part of the family.

you’re family, plain and simple. anyone says otherwise, they’re not paying attention.

you bring something real to the music. we’d be lost without you.

hey, you okay? i know this life can be a lot, but we’re all here for you.

craig: quietly offering support when you needed it, often in the form of small but thoughtful gestures.

(quietly hands you a pair of noise-canceling headphones before a loud rehearsal.)

you crushed it out there. (simple but meaningful after a particularly intense show.)

i programmed something in the track for you to play with. let me know if it works.

chris: sharing a similar sense of humor, leading to a lot of inside jokes between the two of you.

you realize you’re way too good for this circus, right? but don’t leave—we need you.

i don’t know how you deal with all of us idiots, but i’m glad you do.

if you can keep up with us, you can survive anything.

the band collectively gets into a heated debate over whether to watch a horror movie or a ridiculous comedy on the tour bus.

after twenty minutes of arguing, they finally settle on a random nature documentary about sloths, because sid begged everyone to let him watch it

halfway through, they all end up falling asleep, except sid, who’s GLUED to the screen

the band once finished an insane show, and someone suggested a "cool down" session by doing yoga.

the result is a hilarious disaster of tangled limbs and everyone trying to maintain balance in ridiculous poses.

by the end, there’s no "calm"—just a group of exhausted, laughing band members sprawled out on the floor.

during an especially intense set, the band LOVES to prank the audience by switching up the set list halfway through.

they randomly start playing covers of pop songs like backstreet boys or spice girls, and the crowd’s confusion turns into enthusiastic laughter as the band goes full on with their heavy versions of the tunes.

corey starts fake fights with the band on stage, pretending like they’re not in sync.

the whole crowd gets uncomfortable, but then the band bursts into laughter, revealing it was all staged.

afterward, the audience cheers louder, having been "in on the joke."

[dreadfultox]

☣︎ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎 ☣︎

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

𝔄𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔢:

Heya, the name’s Jett & here’s some info about me that I would most likely do here on this page:

Here I would mostly reblog & post some content stuff of Sleep Token & Slipknot; this is going to be a Sleep Token and Slipknot theme page, although I will reblog and post some other content I like in here. This will also be a writing page; anything I like to talk about will be written in here, like lore, the band members, stories, etc.

I will create a masterlist of the stories I will write, and it will be pinned, so look out for it.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

What I will write:

• Fluff

• Comfort

• Lore

• Angst

What I will NOT write:

• NSFW

• Gore

Other interests:

• Gaerea

• Call of Duty MWII

• Red Dead Redemption II

• Ghost

• Cosplays (anything w my interests)

• Maelstrom Blvck

• Arcane (LoL)

BOUNDARIES:

⚠︎ Please be at least 17+; this will be a 17+ page only, and I do not want minors underage of 17; if I find out you’re under 17, you will be blocked. No hesitation.

⚠︎ Do NOT start randomly venting on my page or DM’s; I will ignore & block you. Please vent to someone else you know who can help with your problems.

⚠︎ Please do NOT copy & translate my work; if I find out or anyone mentions me about that, you will be reported. I am asking this once: please do not break my boundaries.

Thank you.

~currently playing~

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴛᴏᴋᴇɴ ♥︎

⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷�� ↻

0:49━━●━━───── 2:53

[pulsedmaggot]

the humble proboscis ☣

kinktober day 1: morning sex/quickie | ship: joey jordison/corey taylor | words: 1,026 | warnings & tags: morning sex, oral sex, non penetrative sex, references/implications of sexual abuse, age gap relationship (wanyk!corey x post-iowa!joey) | summary: corey has a life to live, but joey can interrupt it as he sees fit.

for 18+ audiences only, minors dni - ao3

“Push me off, then.”

Joey smirks, much too proud of himself for rendering Corey speechless. A dusty rose is painted on his cheeks already, the shadows of Corey’s curtains allowing for a flick of light to capture his features. His jet black hair appears as a toasted brown as it swishes down his back. Corey can't stop himself from carding his fingers through it, watching those large unblinking eyes magnetize him closer, until Joey’s lips meet Corey’s chin.

Corey should have more of a say in whether or not he gets kissed like this, with a scene as picturesque as Joey, still lying nude and smiling on top of him, setting too many of his nerves alight and at ease all at once. He should get to say ‘fuck off, i need to brush my teeth’ at least once, or have enough spine to pick Joey up by the nape of his neck and toss him somewhere else. The little freak would like it too much, possibly take it as a game of hide-and-fuck. Not that Corey would typically judge something like that…

“You're literally hard.” Joey makes that rumbling honk noise he calls a laugh, then rests a palm over Corey’s pajama pants, devious fingers fondling the curve of his morning wood. “Just let me blow you, c’mon.”

“Do you actually wanna blow me. Be honest.” Corey deadpans, knowing how quick Joey was to pull off his dick mid-arrival, at times refusing to have any of Corey’s ‘remains’ left on him. Always trying to get Corey off in a million different ways at once, Joey tended to rush to meet a finish line that was in his sight only.

Joey’s hard to read, never the most open of books, typically saying what's on his mind at the moment instead of showing it through expressions and motions. Moreso now with no eyebrows; Corey feels like a delectable leaf in the pathway of a large bug as he waits for Joey to decide, in agonizingly long seconds, if he wants to commit to sucking him off. It shouldn't entice him as much as it does, but it does. Joey could delegate just about anything and Corey would lie back, enjoy the moment for what it is, forget about the things he has to take care and worry about later, later. Joey could also leave, get dressed, and leave Corey with balls bluer than Rigel. The uncertainty leaves him with a quiet fizz tickling its way up his stomach.

Corey drops his head onto his pillows when he realizes that the fizzing is actually Joey breathing over his happy trail. Decision made.

“I actually wanted to finger you.” Joey is already slinking back under the sheets, movements unsettlingly quiet, not nearly as unsettling as what he just propositioned. Then his tongue, a slithering deviant that thing was- always getting Corey into trouble- starts to lick. “You still had some lube left so I figured, y’know, why waste it? Plus I know you've never done it before. Always the finger-er, you are. My hands are small so it wouldn't hurt, like, too much, I don't think.”

Only Joey could maintain being equal parts cocktease and chatterbox before noon. Corey finds it in him to twist at a piece of Joey’s hair and pull.

“I have been.” Corey’s heart breaks in half at the sight of Joey stopping, his confused head tilt and squinted eyes too genuine for Corey to be wholly mad at, “It was-” he tucks the hair behind Joey’s ear, his teeth pulling at the inside of his cheek, then he exhales, playfully tugging at Joey’s earlobe, “not… great.”

A flash of a past night zaps him into silence; some guy- a hot guy, a guy that didn't deserve what Corey ended up dishing out- had barely even pushed past his fingernail before Corey started crying. Bubbling hysterics at first, then full on sobbing, then shouting… couldn't be a proper Corey-themed meltdown without shouting. Joey doesn't know about any of this, or the reason why it might've happened, but the lack of eye contact and slow nodding of his head looks like he might get the picture, if not the full metadata.

“Right, yeah.” big bug eyes stare back at him, darker than before, softer, as if the early morning finally caught up to Joey, “I mean, if anything, I could just-” before Corey can object and make the quickest possible dash towards a cold shower, his clothes are being taken off. Slowly, carefully, Joey is exposing him from below, leaving kisses over his thighs as he presses two fingers behind his balls, and that's-

“Oh, shit-” Corey goes lax, rolling his hips into Joey’s touch, a moan stretching all the way from his chest to the ceiling.

“Pretty good, right?” Joey’s tongue curls around them before venturing upwards, flicking off Corey’s flushed tip, “I used to have this one girl, a girlfriend I guess, and she would wanna peg me and shit, and I like taking it but not from a fake dick, ‘cuz it's all cylindrical. Pure rod all the way through, so it stretches me out kinda weird, probably because they haven't figured out how to put quality into strap-ons yet, or maybe she was fucking me weird, I dunno. I'd tell her to just do this instead. Feels like a fuck, but it isn't. Low effort, high reward kinda deal.”

“Put my dick in your mouth, Joe.” Corey is already panting through his nose, the angling of Joey’s fingers shooting pure pleasure up his spine.

“If you say so.”

Joey takes him in one go, Corey’s toes curling from all the angles of pleasure. He hadn't realized how pent up he was until Joey’s fingers started to make swirling motions, just teasing above his hole. Corey falls apart to this, groaning breathless up his hill and croaking Joey’s name at his climax. Joey is purely surgical, extending and retracting and bobbing his head in time with Corey’s pulse, so removed from what this means that Corey fully expects him to chew his head clean off after he wipes the corners of his mouth.